Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Leaning forward, I clap my hand firmly on his shoulder, feeling him jump a little.
“I’ll be there, Brett. And I’ll have my suit ready for the wedding, I promise.” I assure him.
Chloe, the bride to be is one lucky lady. Brett’s the nicest guy I know and I’m not just saying that because we’re old friends.
“Thanks, B.” He sighs, sounding relieved. “All this… it means a lot. I mean, are you sure you want to pay for everything too?" he asks.
I pretend to look like I need to think about it, making us both chuckle.
After everything Brett and I have been through since we were kids, having him work with me to build up the construction business and now helping him set up his new life as a future husband and dad? It’s the least I can do.
“It’s Saturday, tomorrow. Two o’clock.” He reminds me as I nod.
I make like it was already etched into my mind, but I had kinda forgotten about the whole rehearsal thing.
How can you practice to get married? It’s like pretending to build a house before you actually make one.
Weird.
If it was anyone else, I’d try to get out of it. But having me as best man means the world to Brett, so I promise him again and myself to be there on time and in my yet-to-be-fitted monkey suit for the wedding.
I tell him to take the rest of the day off, not minding if I have an early minute myself to go get this suit fitting over and done with.
The work will all still be there come Monday, I remind myself.
The wedding attire is all being done through the biggest store in town, which is across town for me but I don’t mind the drive. It helps me relax after a long week of deadlines and delegating critical jobs to others.
I’d love to be able to do everything myself, but with the company as big as it is now, I’m flat out telling other people what to do all day.
It’s quiet for a Friday, but I’m glad I finished early otherwise I might have missed the store being open by the time I arrive.
The men’s tailor, Mark calls me before I get there and assures me they’ve been waiting and although he has to close up, it’s no problem for me to be fitted after hours.
They?
I only see him in the store once I arrive, but I remember he said his wife runs the bridal side of things.
But there’s something else.
I can feel eyes on me.
Having a man’s hand up the inside of my leg isn’t my idea of a good time, and it’s not him that gives me a sudden flex in the pants department.
No.
It’s something else.
Someone else.
Those eyes I can feel on me. This indescribable feeling I can somehow sense in the air.
I cast my eyes around what looks like a funhouse, there are so many mirrors, when I catch sight of her.
There’s a gap in one of the changing booth curtains on the other side of the store, and it gives me a perfect view of her fine ass and curvy hips.
A wide pair of crystal clear blue eyes are scanning me, thinking I can’t see them.
My tailor excuses himself, getting up to go find his hired help.
But I see her first, and I feel her too.
Without even seeing all of her I feel my cock thicken, straining against my pants.
I could adjust myself. I really should if I’m getting measured for my suit.
But something in me wants her, whoever she is, to see this. If she wants to spy on me I wanna give her something to really spy on.
She’s discovered by her boss, who seems surprised she’s in a change booth of all places, but while he has a quiet word to her I move just enough to catch full sight of her.
Fuck.
She’s perfect.
I swallow hard, realizing just how dry my mouth is, and without meaning to, I run my hand over the length of my cock just as she catches sight of me.
I can’t help it. Seeing her, knowing she’s been watching me.
I can see her eyes from here, wide and darkened with arousal.
I need a way to get her alone, to speak to her. Not waste time being measured up for a suit.
One look at her ample chest and childbearing hips, and I wanna get out of my clothes with her, not into a new suit.
Watching her eyes shift from mine down to my crotch, then watching them widen only makes me harder for her.
She’s small, but everyone in my world is. Cute small though, and I can’t believe I’ve even thought that word. Cute.
But yeah, she’s cute and a whole lot more.
Blond hair up in a ponytail, that I can already picture bouncing as she straddles me with my dick inside her.